(2014)
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
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